I felt it yesterday. I was reading an article about being an artist and where inspiration comes from (link to be posted tomorrow on Dream Cafe :>), and the author included a quote "this guy in England said about 400 years ago":
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts..."
I'm not sure why reading that passage yesterday filled me with such wonder, excitement, and enthusiasm for whatever my future holds. I do know I've always loved the phrase, "All the world's a stage!" We used it a lot in the professional children's choir I was in. It was our slogan. I loved the image it presented in my head....all the world's a stage! It feels so hopeful to me...so full of possibility. Like we can make our world into what ever story we want told....
As I grew up, I began to really appreciate the rest of the quote - "And all the men and women merely players". That line puts things in perspective for me....whether from a religious stand point (as in God is in charge, and we are merely here doing His bidding - playing the part He wants us to play), or a more esoteric point of view (it doesn't matter what we do in this life, we are merely pieces/players on a giant chessboard at the hands of fate), or even from a more playful look (life is an experience meant to be enjoyed, meant to be playful, meant to be fun).
"They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts..." Or one woman in her time plays many parts :>) We all wear so many different hats; sister, brother, daughter or son, husband or wife, mother or father, lover, friend, designer, accountant, doctor, singer, lawyer, dreamer....on and on.
I guess the quote sums up some of my thoughts on life....That this world really is a stage for us to play on...to create on...to make into what ever story we want told. At least that's what I hope for. And I think that's why it brought me that amazing rush of joy...and a lingering sense of happiness.
But joy - pure joy - lasts only a moment.
Man are you lucky when you feel it.
On a slightly lighter note, I finally hung this mirror from West Elm (one of the bigger ones) by our front door:
On sale baby! I love how glam it is!